“ with love, sir, i wish to serve myself some bread before I serve you a course, for I’ve starved my own hunger, and now I crave anything alive.”
“ apologies, for I have been, scared, but aggressively, aggressively scared sir ”
“ I’ve washed dirt, and scrubed your basins white, sir, but I must say, your wine stained shirt remains. It commands me to honor it’s poetic wrath with reality ”
And how she thanked the world, for it’s awaited doom, in casual conversations about flowers,
she’d smile at autumn, for death wasn’t new to her, but the after…
